Hi, everybody. It’s time for part one of my Rule of Three story. I’m really excited about this extended blogfest, especially because I have just no idea how it’s going to turn out.
A few notes before I start. I didn’t realize until after I finished that I could choose just a few of the prompts for part one, so I managed to squeeze them all into less than 500 words, with rather silly results. I also felt it was important for my characters to place Renaissance into the geography of their world, which closely matches ours – though I fudged the details a little, as you’ll see.
This first part is from the POV of Princess Naveli Brussard.
“Why did you bring me to this stupid place?” I complained, looking around the simple wood and brick buildings at the heart of Renaissance.
“That’s not fair, Naveli,” my big sister Sami shot back. “You were the one who said that you wanted to be able to go on a Royal mission sometime.”
“Yeah, well, going on a mission is one thing – being pulled out of my bed at four in the morning and bundled onto an aeroplane is…”
“…Is what Royal missions are like more often than not, in my experience, Your Highness,” Tom Danter, Sami’s suitor, put in. “Except that it’s often a motor car or a train instead of a plane.”
“Well, then at least I’d have some clue what continent I’m in,” I muttered, shooting Tom a dirty look for trying to play peacemaker and stop the argument.
“Asia – specifically, the foothills of India,” Sami explained, just like the know-it-all she is. “Or something like that. Come on, we’re wasting daylight.” She led the way to a particular building.
Tom followed her across the street, so I brought up the rear. “And just what’s the mission objective? Are we here to find a powerful magik spell from a reclusive warlock? Negotiate with the leader of a council of intelligent animals? Fight a battle against hostile Saurians?”
Sami and Tom waited up for a moment, and I walked in between, guessing what was coming next. My sister leaned close to whisper. “Our royal mother’s sources indicate that there’s a Shifter somewhere in Renaissance. Just like in the old stories, they meddle with the affairs of men, so we need to find out who isn’t what they seem and what their agenda is – no matter what.”
“Misfortune will befall you!” someone yelled from not far away. We broke out of our huddle, and each turned to look at the old lady wearing her thick black dress.
I rolled my eyes, but Tom seemed to take the crazy woman seriously. “Can you be more specific, oracle?”
“Well, it’ll happen like this,” she screeched, and pulled out a hand puppet out of her pocket. “You’ll be walking along somewhere, and there’ll be a slippery piece of trash on the floor in front of you, see?” She mimed the hand puppet strutting along, and I had to giggle. “You won’t see it before you tread on the thing, and stumble. It’ll be somewhat humorous, but definitely a misfortunate circumstance.”
“Well, thank you, my lady.” Tom bowed to the lady. In response, she cackled, and ran off like she was doing the five hundred meter. Sami shrugged, continued on to open the door into a smoky tavern, and held it for the two of us.
As soon as I was inside, my eyes were drawn to a girl wearing an apron. She had dusky skin and straight black hair, and in that moment I might have fallen in love.